the man from the other side of the river 's Interests
General
Imit took me a long time to realize who i was . i didnt have a strong sense of self.
although it took amny sucicede attepmts to realize this
a man with a fatherless past. and broken heat and a sense of abandonment. makeing a living day to day off 400$ pay checks and 390$ of it goes to rent.
i watch my life pass me by beacuse of some rich capitalist motherfuckers made that descioion for me.
everyone around me is insitiulainzed or a berucrat.
HI my name is joseph i lost my brain in the ghettos of america in allys of broken allys and bullys on the play ground.
i walk the streets of tacoma wa,
my headphones up my hoodie on thinking . all night.
listing to the music trying to graps a image of my self in the song. werkd by emotions. angry at the poverty around me watching kids grow up like me. all fucked up and broken on the inside. kids filled with rage.
parents blame the kids for their feelings of anger that the parents create.
no one ever gave me a fucking chance in life. i was issued a death sentance by america.
sometimes i feel like the only person who feels
i sometimes think money will make me happy.
i feel tired all the time like jsut want to collapse. i have no stregth to go on. i feel weak and it seems like giving up is the best option. i have to constanly look in myself and find stegth. and sometimes i never find the strength i find memorys instead that make me weaker
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i lived as a travling kid for a while
traviling across the us and down ther west coast ending up in new york.
than i traviled to europe and made it from england to turkey the whole time i was happy but felt alone and not
on the right path i needed to search inside me for soemthing
Music
guess who looked back at me
grew up in the maerican ghetto.. mcdonalds drugs and drive bys
i think back at past girl friends.
hahah im a monster i was the motherfucking caliban in their fantsy island
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I HAVE OVER 9,000 BOOKS I LIVE IN A LIABRARY ITS PART OF MY OCCD. I SPENT OVER 15 YEARS ALONE READING NOT AHVEING FREINDS OR COMPAINIONS
SO WHO IS SUSAN BLOOD. SHES MY FEMALE ALT
THATS HER BELOW
im my own hero
YOU WILL NEVER MEET ANYONE LIKE ME EVER
MY MOTHER TOLD ME I WA SEMICALUTE CONCEPTION.
I NEVER HAD A FATHER OR CLOSE FREINDS. A DRUG ATTICT MOTHER WHO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME BULLYED AND JUMPED MY HWOLE LIFE
I WA TOLD I WAS LESS THAN NOTHING BY TEACHERS AND OTHER ARTISTS
BUT INREALITY
IM THE GREATIST ARTIST IN THE WORLD
I SOMETIMES HAVE DREASM OF THE LAKOTA GHOST DANCE.
IN THE DREAM IT ALWAYS HAPPENS IN A BIG FEILD TREES IN THE DISTANCE.
I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO A GHOST DANCE ALTHOUGH I AM HALF LAKOTA SIOUX.
ITS LIKE SOMETHING DEEP IN ME
the man from the other side of the river 's Details
Status:
In a Relationship
Here for:
Networking, Serious Relationships, Friends
Hometown:
tacoma wa
Body type:
5' 8" / Athletic
Ethnicity:
Native American
Religion:
Other
Zodiac Sign:
Leo
Smoke / Drink:
No / Yes
Education:
Post grad
Occupation:
artist / filmaker
Income:
Less than $30,000
the man from the other side of the river 's Networking
the man from the other side of the river 's Blurbs
About me: YEH I CANT SPELL...HATERS GO THE FUCK AWAY
I WAS BORN IN UTTER POVERTY IN 1976
i was born with aspburgers syndrome a kind of hugh end autism.
i was born in tacoma washington a old logging town turned industrail working class town now forgoteen by time .
i was raised in the hilltop area, my parents were hippies and my dad abandoned us when i was young he went off to be some kinda drug delaing junkie who was killed.
after a grulin life in the public school system i droped out in the 8th grade
going to special education after that i was put in with all the ouctacts of the school system, there i was put in with trannys, with the gangbangers and kids with anger mangement problems with low end autstics also. it was rough, i soon graduated from. that, i spent 4 years of my life locked away after that living in a basement room reading every peice of classic lit and phisophy and art hsitory i could get my hands on.. i never tlaked to anyone.
i soon emergered decideing i was going to be a writer, i began to hangf out at the local artists coffie shop, there i met other writers painters and actors and tons of glass blowers, i soon met a man by the name of shean skills, who decided to mentor me . and become my best freind, we traveld around toghether and he tuaght me more about phisophy politics and lit i have never heard of this went on for 2 years and soon we met a very strnage girl by the name of ann, who was a genius by far a very amazing wirter, soon sean left and no one saw him ever agian, he sjut disapreaed as mysteriously as he came,. leaveing me and ann toghether and i soon mentored her teaching her all i had learned, ,we soon both began to fall in love, this was a mistake for a mentorship. it ended badly, she moved away and i never saw her agian. soon i looked for a new person to mentor i soon found a very tanleted man by the name of jason. who was involved witha revolution of some kind we soon took part in the revolt, 4 years i spent traveling with him going to protests and street battles. under the black flag of anarchy,
after sept 11 though the revolt ahd ended and soon me and jason were comming to a end, he moved to hawaii.
after 3 years of trying to figure out what i was fighting for and why we had lost.
i decided to return ot writing and film. im currently working on a short film.
i want to meet other artists writers
the mad and the depressed
thsoe who have been in love and thsoe who have never been in love.
me and my mom
THE STORY OF MY PARENTS AND HOW I AM A PRODUCT OF A INEASY ALLIANCE OF DRUGS AND UNTIOUGHT PASSION.
my father whos dead now. was a produckt of the 60s. a acid head. he was a amazing guitiarist and suppsoedly had practiced with the greatful dead long before they were famous
he was a strange man who grew up with the lakota sioux. he was very spiritual.
and a christian.
although i never really met the man till he walmost dead.
he never showed affection or intrest .
his best freind david. was my mothers brother and they use to be partners in crime. they hada major theft ring and drug ring. thye were pro criminals. they made the FBIs top most wanted in the late 60s i guess.
he was in and out of prion and western state hospitial as was my uncle david.
so my father my dad and dave were 3 of a pair.
soon my father and my mom marryed.
a few days later dave was killed by a drunk driver in parkland. he worked for the city of tacoma. and got off it beacuse they had no drunk driving alws back than. the city gacve my famly a settlement of 3000 $ pathetic.
the city kileld him and got away with murder.
beacuse she was pregnat with me. my father paniced and soon turned to heroin. and met a new woman who later died of aids. and abnadonded us the day of my birth. a few months later he brought over his new GF while he was still maired to my mother . her name was nancy and she too was a junkie like now my father had become he beat my mom up that day badly almsot killing her kilking my crib over with me in it. he thre her out with me in her arms. she was wrapped in a sheet almost nekid. she crawled with me in her arms to a freinds house who took us in. my father sold all my mothers stuff.
thats were his story ends.
soon my mother was panhandling for money to feed me.
her application for welfare and money was turned down beacuse this was the time of the regan 80s.
and social cut backs was what was happing.
so agian america like my father had abandoned us.. and left us to die. in its great fight agianst communism.
i grew up very poor. soon my mother found a christian orginization with the tribe.
they paied our rent. and gave us food.
i grew up poor. i saw extremee violence as a kid. i grew up in the gang land 80s. where crips and bloods were fighting a war in the streets.
in school i was phycologyly tourtered,
beat by teachers and called stupid and sick. my artwrk was called pervereted and "bad"
i liked to write and draw. the teachers corrected this by hitting me and kicking me in front of the other students. aspburgers was not yet discovered in america. and they thought a good beating was waht was needed. after that i was the only "punk rocker" in my school i worte ripped up kakis and red doc martin boots and my green hair and dead kenndiys shit. girls use to throw perfume at me and tell me i stink. white kids who wanted to be ganagers. use to take turns beating my face in. in the hall ways.
i got my ass kisked by teachers in class my ass beat by kids in the hall ways.
and girls wanted nothing to do with me. and made fun of me.
io turned to my writing after 3 years of special ed program. they stuck me with tranvestite 16 year olds. kids who had murdered their parents rape victems and those with anger mangement issues. soon i droped out and began a deep period of introspection. 6 years living in my moms attc reading thinking formualting a plan.
i began to study under geroge katisificas i became his student i learned the way of eros and thanatos
here is a kid who is a autistic savant and began to study phisophy and specifcly hiddeger blanchot foucult and battille.
i wanted to be a film maker and writer i failed a lot i was rejecte dby everyone so i than began to study under george katsificas who fell into my life. george katsificas
my teacher who studysed under marcuse and marcuse who studyed under martin hiddeger and martin hiddeger who studyed under edmund husseral
i also began mentorship programs teaching others the way of phislophy and art and critical thought
beacuse
i grew up with no dad i asked george to be my teacher
he said no he alredy was a father to his own kids. i was hurt and tried to commit susicide and i did i died for a few munites and thats where i met peat.
my imginary freind he appred to me with a dead person who than explained to me why i should not die.. (long story)
anywya i awake in the hospital and i began to see pete.
i was a diffrent eprson. i decided to pursure my inner talnet of abstract images my art that i abandeond to study under george katisificas.i now take it abck up rebeleveing in my self and mu cuase and my dream to be the ebst fucking filmmaker and artist this wrold ever saw
with my imginary freind at my side .. ITS ME AGIANST THE WORLD
THIS IS MY LIFE IN MY OWN WORDS.
Who I'd like to meet:
i want to meet other artists writers
the mad and the depressed
thsoe who have been in love and thsoe who have never been in love.
me and my mom
THE STORY OF MY PARENTS AND HOW I AM A PRODUCT OF A INEASY ALLIANCE OF DRUGS AND UNTIOUGHT PASSION.
my father whos dead now. was a produckt of the 60s. a acid head. he was a amazing guitiarist and suppsoedly had practiced with the greatful dead long before they were famous
he was a strange man who grew up with the lakota sioux. he was very spiritual.
and a christian.
although i never really met the man till he walmost dead.
he never showed affection or intrest .
his best freind david. was my mothers brother and they use to be partners in crime. they hada major theft ring and drug ring. thye were pro criminals. they made the FBIs top most wanted in the late 60s i guess.
he was in and out of prion and western state hospitial as was my uncle david.
so my father my dad and dave were 3 of a pair.
soon my father and my mom marryed.
a few days later dave was killed by a drunk driver in parkland. he worked for the city of tacoma. and got off it beacuse they had no drunk driving alws back than. the city gacve my famly a settlement of 3000 $ pathetic.
the city kileld him and got away with murder.
beacuse she was pregnat with me. my father paniced and soon turned to heroin. and met a new woman who later died of aids. and abnadonded us the day of my birth. a few months later he brought over his new GF while he was still maired to my mother . her name was nancy and she too was a junkie like now my father had become he beat my mom up that day badly almsot killing her kilking my crib over with me in it. he thre her out with me in her arms. she was wrapped in a sheet almost nekid. she crawled with me in her arms to a freinds house who took us in. my father sold all my mothers stuff.
thats were his story ends.
soon my mother was panhandling for money to feed me.
her application for welfare and money was turned down beacuse this was the time of the regan 80s.
and social cut backs was what was happing.
so agian america like my father had abandoned us.. and left us to die. in its great fight agianst communism.
i grew up very poor. soon my mother found a christian orginization with the tribe.
they paied our rent. and gave us food.
i grew up poor. i saw extremee violence as a kid. i grew up in the gang land 80s. where crips and bloods were fighting a war in the streets.
in school i was phycologyly tourtered,
beat by teachers and called stupid and sick. my artwrk was called pervereted and "bad"
i liked to write and draw. the teachers corrected this by hitting me and kicking me in front of the other students. aspburgers was not yet discovered in america. and they thought a good beating was waht was needed. after that i was the only "punk rocker" in my school i worte ripped up kakis and red doc martin boots and my green hair and dead kenndiys shit. girls use to throw perfume at me and tell me i stink. white kids who wanted to be ganagers. use to take turns beating my face in. in the hall ways.
i got my ass kisked by teachers in class my ass beat by kids in the hall ways.
and girls wanted nothing to do with me. and made fun of me.
io turned to my writing after 3 years of special ed program. they stuck me with tranvestite 16 year olds. kids who had murdered their parents rape victems and those with anger mangement issues. soon i droped out and began a deep period of introspection. 6 years living in my moms attc reading thinking formualting a plan.
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So I was downtown Seattle last weekend and this bum on the side of the road off 1st street gave me this poem. I'm think about using it in a song but not to sure if I should or not. Let me know what you think of it...
Midnight of a brave soul advances on the page of a burning book to heal the words of a hart while the eyes that read invite the most serene light to wash away the simple spell of hate on the dark cover of a noble letter.
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